When my name died she did not fight

She went down elegantly

Falling into beautiful forgotten silence

Though I still see her sometimes 

In my mirror

She crawls out from my reflection

And I hold her

She cries into my neck 

So I hold her soft body close

She is scared that I do not love her anymore

Somedays, people accuse me of hating her

Days when I hide her behind me

Like I don’t want them to see her

Like she is shameful

On these nights she does not come out

Most nights

She sits like a ghost on my bed

She dances around my room 

She holds my hand as we belt showtunes

She is scared she will be forgotten

I do not fight as she is

Though sometimes I feel as though I am

Everytime I become invisible in her

When my dad talks past me to her

Sometimes I think she feels the same

Like she has become invisible

Her frail, small, childish body blocked out by mine

We still sit together every night

Our room crowded with our things

And sometimes just for her, I let things stay

Our hands are intertwined 

I read her poems 

And she reads mine

Even though my name has died.